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Before The Snow Post by :stevelundborg Category :Poems Author :Bliss Carman Date :October 2011 Read :3348

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Before The Snow

Now soon, ah, very soon, I know
The trumpets of the north will blow,
And the great winds will come to bring
The pale, wild riders of the snow.

Darkening the sun with level flight,
At arrowy speed, they will alight,
Unnumbered as the desert sands,
To bivouac on the edge of night.

Then I, within their somber ring,
Shall hear a voice that seems to sing,
Deep, deep within my tranquil heart,
The valiant prophecy of spring.





(The end)
Bliss Carman's poem: Before The Snow

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